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NobleGreyHorse said:
That's why it was reverse. I mean, this Christopher was a hospital patient too -- broken ankle, maybe -- but he had on this perfect crisp blue oxford shirt for some reason... well, until I got him out of it! But we're talking dazzling white teeth, nice normal dark hair, high cheekbones, clear skin -- it was like Opposite Day for people named "Chris."

I think it's just that you had a sex dream and the guy's name was Chris :D
 
You think you're grasping at a :pickle: and it turns out to be a straw the next morning, I tell ya what!
 
Had another nightmare about him last night.

I have dreams about him more than I care to admit, and they're never lighthearted or funny or fun. ALWAYS fucking terrifying.
 
I had a Chris dream just last night, which was a little surprising because I don't usually dream about stuff like that.

It started off rather oddly -- a n older guy comes to Branchland Court (which looked much cleaner than the real one), shook Chris' hand and introduced himself, seemingly expecting him to know what he's talking about. When Chris and I (since I seemed to have my own perspective in the dream) didn't recognize what he was saying, he seemed to realize he'd had the wrong address -- turns out he wanted 1415 Branchland Court, not just 14 Branchland. He apologizes for the mix-up and goes on his merry way.

Then (because things happen very suddenly in my dreams), a woman with a baby comes up -- it's not me, and Barb is clearly standing somewhere else. The implication is that the baby is somehow related to Chris, but not necessarily Crystal (or perhaps it is -- in the dream, it was just clear they were related, but not the type of relation), and she apparently asks him to babysit.

The next thing I know (because again, my dreams have sudden scene shifts), Chris and the baby are at one of his high school gal-pals' house (but there are a bunch of girls there). Again, who isn't specified. As Chris goes in, it's revealed that the gal-pal who owns the house was about to take a shower, but then she and the other gal-pals notice the baby and it's DIRTY, CRAPPED DIAPER. Naturally they're a little appalled and decide to postpone showering in order to give the baby a proper bath, as they're all girls. So this is done and the one gal pal wants to take her shower already, but doesn't want Chris to see (because in this dream her bathroom door is made of frosted glass because...well, it's a dream). Naturally Chris is pressed up against the glass door wanting to see china. The way the bathroom is set up is that the shower is sort of recessed into the wall, and that wall is the same wall the door is on -- I know I didn't describe that right, but in short, Chris woud've theoretically only been able to see a bit of the back wall and the wall sectioning off the shower from the bathroom, not the gal pal herself. But then there's the bathroom mirror, which apparently lends a glimpse into that area via the reflection. The gal pal is informed of this (because...I guess the other gal pals were just in the bathroom watching her attempt to undress??? whatever) and she naturally freaks out a bit.

Chris, meanwhile, is still pressed up against the glass door, not really paying attention to the baby because there's a gal pal around!! This is disturbingly accurate to reality, though luckily in my dream Chris appeared as Classic Chris (thinner, okay haircut, clown stripes), and not the Hobo Tomgirl he looks like now. Still creepy, but...it could've been worse.

Some other stuff happened but it was so vague I can't remember it now. And then I woke up wondering WTF had just happened.
 
I hate to double post, but I realized the night after my first Chris dream, I had a second Chris dream -- Bob owned a delivery company of sorts, that apparently delivered stuff like groceries to people who couldn't get out and do them themselves (basically the people had already ordered/paid for the stuff, we just had to bring it). Bob didn't much like Chris' deliveries, because his car was a mess and he was all AHM WORKIN' ON IT (not the exact words said, but if I remember right, that was the gist of it). On the other hand, Bob liked my car (which was hot pink inside and out, because girls like pink, I guess), because it was neat and orderly, and also he just liked the model of the car itself (can't remember what it was). Not to mention I made better deliveries, even when it was cold and snowing out, so I was the favoured employee.

I can't remember anything else, I can't even remember if there was a plotline to the dream or what, but it was just so bizarre to have Chris dreams two nights in a row -- especially since all this stuff started happening right after. It's kind of eerie. :P
 
I had a dream that Chris was a painter, an abstract expressionist painter who used yellow and blue a lot. I think he fingerpainted. He even wore a smock and beret. His work was exhibited in museums and he droned on about the meaning of his paintings.
 
I had a weird one. I bumped into Chris in the street and we had a conversation about Rice Krispies.
 
I was on the set of a movie being filmed about a family that drove from VA to Washington State to attend some fair or something to show off something they invented I remember now, it was to follow a band, they wanted jobs with the band. The family drove in a caravan with other cars, and there was a minivan (like the blue Caravan in Chris' yard) in the group. One of the characters in the movie was Chris, but Seth Myers was playing him--but he looked like Chris, you dig? My character opens up the minivan to see spaghetti thrown all over it. Chris was in a backseat covered in spaghetti, making incoherent noises. His sister was next to him, with sauce streaks all over her. His mom also had sauce streaks all over her clothes.

I got a job taking casual photographs of the band.
 
sparklemilhouse said:
I was on the set of a movie being filmed about a family that drove from VA to Washington State to attend some fair or something to show off something they invented I remember now, it was to follow a band, they wanted jobs with the band. The family drove in a caravan with other cars, and there was a minivan (like the blue Caravan in Chris' yard) in the group. One of the characters in the movie was Chris, but Seth Myers was playing him--but he looked like Chris, you dig? My character opens up the minivan to see spaghetti thrown all over it. Chris was in a backseat covered in spaghetti, making incoherent noises. His sister was next to him, with sauce streaks all over her. His mom also had sauce streaks all over her clothes.

I got a job taking casual photographs of the band.

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Last night I had a dream where I was at a hotel (I think there was a convention on) with The Man in the Pickle Suit. He was in his costume and chatting to people. After a short time he excused himself to go change costumes for some other nefarious trolling scheme.

He emerged a few minutes later in a fursuit.

Not just any fursuit. It was a dog fursuit, and he was in bondage gear including a dog collar and leash, being led around by another troll who was also in a fursuit. He specified he was a 'gay bondage dog' and he went off with his friend to go troll whoever they were trolling.

I have fucked up dreams.
 
For The Internet said:
Last night I had a dream where I was at a hotel (I think there was a convention on) with The Man in the Pickle Suit. He was in his costume and chatting to people. After a short time he excused himself to go change costumes for some other nefarious trolling scheme.

He emerged a few minutes later in a fursuit.

Not just any fursuit. It was a dog fursuit, and he was in bondage gear including a dog collar and leash, being led around by another troll who was also in a fursuit. He specified he was a 'gay bondage dog' and he went off with his friend to go troll whoever they were trolling.

I have fucked up dreams.


Well Marvin should get a laugh out of that :D
 
I had a dream that Chris's "Brassieres for Males" Facebook page managed to actually get ratified into law. I was pretty upset because I didn't want to wear a sports bra.
 
Da Pickle Monsta said:
I had a dream that Chris's "Brassieres for Males" Facebook page managed to actually get ratified into law. I was pretty upset because I didn't want to wear a sports bra.

Then, what kind of bra would you like to wear? :tomgirl: :lol: j/k j/k
 
I had one once, it kinda seemed like a covert op where I was trying to sneak into his house without getting caught by Chris or Barb, I think it was to try and get the filing cabinet and break into it for all the information in it.

It was weird though I was close to getting caught, and somehow managed to get the stuff out of the filing cabinet without getting caught.
 
FemboiBunny said:
Da Pickle Monsta said:
I had a dream that Chris's "Brassieres for Males" Facebook page managed to actually get ratified into law. I was pretty upset because I didn't want to wear a sports bra.

Then, what kind of bra would you like to wear? :tomgirl: :lol: j/k j/k

Most upsettingly, it was one just like Chris's in my dream. "Want woman" was strangely absent, though.
 
Da Pickle Monsta said:
FemboiBunny said:
Da Pickle Monsta said:
I had a dream that Chris's "Brassieres for Males" Facebook page managed to actually get ratified into law. I was pretty upset because I didn't want to wear a sports bra.

Then, what kind of bra would you like to wear? :tomgirl: :lol: j/k j/k

Most upsettingly, it was one just like Chris's in my dream. "Want woman" was strangely absent, though.


Just like its missing on the FB account. :D
 
GrandNumberOfPounds said:
I had a dream that Chris was a painter, an abstract expressionist painter who used yellow and blue a lot. I think he fingerpainted. He even wore a smock and beret. His work was exhibited in museums and he droned on about the meaning of his paintings.

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I had a dream where Chris and I were in high school. OPL was standing in front of a fountain and I was trying to explain to him he had to move so I could have a drink. I could only do after lightly hitting him. Afterwards in class, I told him he was only as broken as he allowed himself to be and got a nod of approval from this blonde girl.
 
I once had a dream that Tom Hiddleston was really Chris. It was quite upsetting.
 
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